A World stripped of it's colour devoid of love and hate
There's no one left to stand before St Peter's pearly gates
To see the chaos man has wrought,
Brings havoc to his brain
The few that's left on judgement day,
Have been acquitted as insane!
A silent World of shapeless things, of torn and twisted form
Man sits amid the wreckage waiting vainly for the dawn
The glory of man has come and gone,
A broken shattered dream
The only sound to rent the air,
Is a stifled choking scream!
Blindness follows darkness man awaits impending doom
His mind lies dead, to arise no more, no awakening from the gloom
Lost amid the twilight world
Of never ending night
He needs no more his senses,
Least of all he needs his sight!
The chariots of fire rode roughshod through the World
Men of vision stood ridiculed, seen but never heard!
Cries of disillusionment,
Drowned by mans desire
The need for mass destruction,
Fuelled the raging fire!